Saturday, January 26, 2013

Encourage One Another


As part of a more comprehensive discipline system at our school, an ideal, discovered through research somewhere no doubt, has been tossed around. The ideal says that a teacher should deliver 4 positive comments to a student for every negative comment. This has caused some teachers to contemplate how that might look in practice, especially with those students who tend to be a bit more challenging to keep a positive attitude towards. Since we are a cynical group, the wondering out loud has turned into some tongue in cheek practice. 

“Billy, your hair looks really nice today.”

“Hey, I like the daring way you wear shorts in the middle of winter.”

“Thank you for not insulting me this morning, that was really kind.”

“The way you avoided using profanity just now, showed great restraint.”

“That was great use of a period at the end of that one-sentence paragraph.”

Of course we understand the benefits of praising our students rather than putting them down, and the teachers joking about it are generally teachers that already have positive relationships with students. But sometimes reducing behaviors to data diminishes the intended result. If I try to stay mindful of the ratio, simply for the sake of maintaining the ratio, I begin making “positive” comments that are meaningless. Compliments become empty, especially if I don’t mean them and don’t believe them to be true. Words can be powerful, but they can also be nothing more than puffs of air.

I used to have a principal who believed in the power of positive comments. Each time he would visit a classroom, he would follow it with a “special note” in our box designed to encourage us as teachers. Generally he would praise our work and tell us how valuable we were to the school. At first I thought it was kind of cool, but over time the sentences and phrases appeared to be recycled and every note started to sound the same. One day I was in another teacher’s room and on the desk was a “special note” from the principal. It was almost identical, word-for-word, to the “special note” I had just received. It didn’t take long before the “special notes” became just more clutter in my box. Their frequency and seeming lack of genuineness, diluted their impact - they seemed forced and contrived. I’m sure he maintained the 4 to 1 ratio, but the positive words became meaningless.

Much is made of encouragement and I understand that I have a great deal of room for improvement in this area of my life, but I wonder if we often see encouragement too narrowly. We often try to reduce encouragement to words of praise. In 2 Timothy Paul combines encouragement with the words “correct” and “rebuke.” He pairs it with “rebuke” again in Titus and tells Titus to “encourage the young men to be self-controlled.” In Hebrews we are told to be encouraged that we will be disciplined by God like a father disciplines his son. And frequently Paul says that he is encouraged by those that he is writing, not because they praised him, but because they are simply living out what he taught them - living godly lives.

Words of praise are great, but they are also quick and easy and only one aspect of encouragement. Words of praise may not “encourage young men to be self-controlled,” that might also take some other words, spoken firmly, but in love. Discipline is not always fun, sometimes it is downright painful, but it encourages us to do what is right. Even a rebuke can be encouraging if it is done in love and by someone we respect. It may not seem encouraging at first, but I know from experience, as time passes, I am encouraged that another cared enough to say the hard thing that no one else would. Jesus did not always “encourage” his disciples with lofty words of praise. In fact, if he wasn’t Jesus, we might say he was, at times, rather insulting to them. How many times did he say, in effect, “why are you so dense that you still don’t get it?” 

I tend to not think of myself as an encourager because I tend to be rather negative. I seem to have a gift (or curse) for seeing what is wrong. Some would call me a “glass is half empty” kind of guy. I guess I would see myself much the same, but I don’t think of that as entirely bad. If I only focus on the fact that the glass is half empty, then certainly that can be discouraging, but if I see the empty half of the glass as a problem and work to fill it, that can be encouraging. People who are not content with a half full glass are the people who are the entrepreneurs, risk takers and innovators of our world. They are incredibly encouraging to be around, but they are not often filled with praises for others who are content with the status quo of a half full glass. The trick is to move from obsession with the emptiness of the glass to action that will fill it up - it is only then that it becomes encouraging. But it is then that encouragement might also be paired with rebuke and discipline and firm words, rather than words of praise. There might be temporary pain and anguish, but if done right (especially with passion tempered with love and compassion) there can be long term encouragement that far exceeds shallow words of praise.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Thomas


I’m sitting here, holed-up in my office wanting to write. There are things on my mind and struggles in my heart. I missed a meeting tonight that I have been anticipating all week and I suddenly feel like a loser. I had things to say - things to bring to the table that I thought were important. Maybe they weren’t as important as I thought they were and God was saving me from embarrassment or from offending people I shouldn’t. Maybe he was saving me from myself.

So instead I am sitting here reading, pondering and reminiscing - thinking about writing.

As much as the idea of community has been on my mind lately, I still find myself closest to God when I am by myself. As I was reading my book I was reminded that I am not really by myself, which, I suppose, is why I feel the way I do. Sometimes the distractions of other people, even those I love dearly, prevent me from remembering that God is present, and my time alone is like a filter that allows me to focus on his presence.

But I still wish God would pull up a chair and reveal himself to me and have a chat with me. I wish I could see him face to face, hear him speak some great words of encouragement (like, “hey you should quit your day job and I’ll work out a way for you to earn a living writing and preaching!”). I want to see his expressions when I tell him about another goofy idea that I have. I want to see that first reaction that you get from close friends who tell you by the look on their face that you are teetering on the edge of lunacy. I know all that stuff, like if I saw God’s face it would kill me. Intellectually I understand that. But emotionally I yearn for more, just a glimpse that lets me know that I’m not as crazy as my non-Christian friends think I am. 

Of course he is looking over my shoulder while I write, probably shaking his head, maybe even giving a little spiritual snicker of exasperation. He is here, I know he is. He is reading as I write. Well, maybe he is reading before I write, I’m not really sure how that works for him. Technically, I guess, he already knows my concluding thoughts. Nonetheless, he is here - in this room, beside me, in front of me, in me. He is waiting for me to speak - to speak the words he already knows - and even more he is waiting for me to listen. But sometimes he is so hard to hear and so hard to see. 

I’m more like Thomas than I want to believe. Despite all my religious posturing I am still full of doubts. And yet... God is here. I know he is. And despite my doubts I sense his comfort and his patience. My doubts do not drive him away, in fact there are times, like tonight, when they seem to draw me closer to him. 

I think that was the ending he had in mind from the beginning.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Event Addiction

Big events do not produce greater faith - small daily events do. Big events may stir passion, but momentary passion seldom equates to faithful, consistent, spiritual growth. Big events sometimes cause an addiction to big events because we confuse the passion stirred during a big event for an increase in faith. When daily life hits and the passion fades, we look for another big event to boost our faith. But if the passion stirred at a big event does not lead to change in the, seemingly insignificant daily events of life, then the "growth" produced at the big event was nothing more than an illusion. If our faith needs the next big event to sustain itself, perhaps we are addicted to something other than Jesus Christ.

True change happens when we surrender daily, not just at a passionate event that stirs us to move to the front of a stage. Faith grows when we surrender every day even when we do not feel like surrendering. Faith does not grow simply because the emotion of a climatic moment at a rally or retreat compels us to fall on our knees with dozens or hundreds of others doing the same.

Faith grows when we work through trials, when we persevere and endure, when we sacrifice, when we serve, and when choose to rejoice when we feel like doing anything but. Faith grows when we study, when we pray, when we wait, and when we open ourselves to others who are doing the same, even when it is awkward and uncomfortable. Faith even grows when we are alone with the word and in the closet on our knees.

Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed - not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence - continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in  you to will and to act according to his good purpose.
          Philippians 12:12-13

They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer... Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.
          Acts 2:42, 46-47

Sunday, January 6, 2013

I Am Alive

   We often live as though the life we have been given through Jesus Christ, will only be realized  at some point in the future (heaven). But it is not just future tense, it is also present tense. "I am made alive", not, "I will be made alive." I have already inherited life that I did not have before. There is an aspect of it that I am waiting for, but there is a very important aspect of the inherited life that I already have.

   Our daily living - what we do from day to day - should reflect that we are, currently alive, every day, every minute, with every breath. But too often we live as though we are waiting for life. We talk about heaven as though that is all that matters and it sets our mind on the future while neglecting the present.

   This also taints our view of salvation. We view salvation as deliverance from physical death and instead being given eternal life. Again, this is future tense. This focuses my efforts on what needs to be done to receive this future reward. If we teach that this future reward is based on a single event, and, if we teach that the future event is the entire focus of Christianity, then we give no reason for why our present life really matters. All that matters is the one event that gets me my ticket for the future reward. I don't need to do anything else - there are no expectations on me that matter - because I already have my ticket. Anything else I do is icing on the cake for God, not essential for the life I have been given.

   But...

   If we believe that eternal life begins now and if we believe that there is more to Christian faith than heaven, and if we believe that there are more than two events that matter (our "conversion" and physical death). then our present, daily, moment-to-moment life means something different. If the moment of our conversion begins a new life that we inherit now, a life that reunites us with our God who we were previously alienated from, then our lives change now and tomorrow and the next day and the next year ...  If we understand that salvation and the reward of salvation is a process that begins now, then salvation, new life, has meaning for today. It has meaning for tomorrow. It has meaning everyday until THAT day, at which point it takes on a whole new, even more glorious meaning.

   At the point that we become content with who we are, we have lost sight of the salvation and new life  happening today, and we have convinced ourselves that they are only future events already secured by a singular experience. That seems like a sad and dangerous place to be.

   Stealing from Switchfoot:
 
   "And I wonder
    Why would I wait til I die to come alive?
    I'm ready now
    I'm not waiting for the afterlife."

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